Early in the morning, Bucky woke up to the sounds of sniffling. He turns over in bed, facing his boyfriend, who was scrunching up his nose, which was making a snotty crackling sound as he inhaled.

"Sweetheart, blow your nose, that crap will drain down your throat if you keep sucking it up like that." Bucky told Sam.

"Mmm...okay." Sam mumbled sleepily, grabbing a tissue off the nightstand.

He blows his nose, making a loud honking noise. Then he folds up the tissue and throws it away in the wastebasket.

"You alright, Sammy?" Bucky asked.

"Yep, just...*sniff*...allergies." Sam replied.

By noon, Sam's nose was completely clogged and he was nearly unintelligible when he spoke. And by bedtime, he was hacking and clearing his throat with the occasional cough and sneeze.

"Ya sure you're okay, hun?" Bucky asked as him and Sam got into bed.

"I'b fi'd, baby, it's just dat stupid spri'gd polle'd." Sam said, before hacking something into a tissue.

Looking at the tissue, Sam cringes at the crud that came out of his body. Because of his stuffed nose, Sam slept with his mouth open so he could breathe. This led to him snoring and drooling all over his pillow. And his congestion made his breathing all crackly. So, Bucky didn't really get much sleep. The next day, Sam still insisted it was allergies that was bothering him...even though, he sounded worse.

"Babe, it sounds like you have a cold." Bucky said, frowning worriedly.

"I'b dot sick! Quit bei'gd a worrywart." Sam argued.

"Okay, there's no need to get snippy with me, I'm just trying to help." Bucky replied folding his arms across his chest.

"I dod't deed help! I'b a grow'd a** adult dat cad ha'dle allergies od his owd!" Sam said sounding all grumpy and whiny.

He walks away grumbling and muttering. Bucky rolls his eyes and shakes his head, then goes to the gym of the Avengers compound to teach Scott some fighting moves.

"What are you doing standing all the way over there? Come here so I can show you some moves." Bucky said.

Letting out a long drawn out whimper, Scott shuffles over to Bucky.

"Are you afraid of me, or something?" Bucky asked with a small hint of insecurity.

"N-no! I mean...only when it comes to sparring, cause I know you'll wipe the floor with me." Scott replied frantically, not wanting to offend his teammate.

"Well, in that case, don't be such a baby. You need to learn how to fight enhanced people like me." Bucky said lightly punching Scott's arm.

At some point during their sparing match, Scott accidentally elbows Bucky in the nose a little too hard, making it bleed.

"Oh sh*t, sorry, Bucky." Scott said.

"It's okay, it should heal in about fifteen minutes with my accelerated healing." Bucky assured him, holding a towel to his nose.

When his nose was all healed, Bucky leaves the gym to go find Sam. He found his boyfriend on the couch in the lounge room, laying down with his arm draped over his eyes. Bucky crouches down at the end of the couch where Sam's head was and taps his elbow.

"Uhhhggg." Sam groaned.

"Sammy...you okay, baby?" Bucky said petting Sam's head, which in all honesty was a bit warm.

Sam shakes his head, 'no'.

"Feel like crap?" Bucky asked him.

Sam nods, groaning weakly.

"Ready to admit you're sick?" Bucky asked standing up.

"Mmhmm." Sam replied reaching out to his boyfriend.

Bucky scoops up Sam into his arms, holding him bridal-style. Stifling a cough, Sam nuzzles into Bucky's neck, wrapping his arms around his shoulders. The super soldier carries his boyfriend to their bedroom and tucks him into bed and gives him some cold medicine. He lays next to Sam and pulls him in close, kissing his forehead.

"Sorry I'b beed such a jerk." Sam mumbled into Bucky's chest.

"It's okay, you weren't feeling good." Bucky said rubbing Sam's back.

"....sorry." Sam mumbled again.

"You already apologized, hun." Bucky replied.

"Dat's dot it...I got s'dot od your shirt." Sam told him.

"That's okay, baby." Bucky chuckled.

While Sam sleeps against his boyfriend, Bucky plays a game on his phone. Of course, with the sound turned off, so he doesn't disturb the sick man who was in desperate need of some rest. Being the good boyfriend that Bucky is, he takes care of Sam, who's cold lasted three days.